Awww, sweet verse, Amy. As the temperature plummets close to one whole degree this weekend in NYC, swaying on a porch swing in sunlight or moonlight works for me. Enjoy indulging your inner romantic this weekend playing water polo. That’s quite an alternative to the usual hearts and flowers.

I’m not sure how I missed this. You know how I love your Friday stories.
This one took me way, way back to summer nights under the moonlight. A time when things were simpler and young love was just a whisper. Thanks for the memories.

Oh, thanks Michelle. Thanks for finding it. I’ve been missing lots lately myself. I think I need to clean out my inbox. 🙂
So thrilled I could bring back pleasant memories for you. When love was a whisper, oh the days. Thank you.